Home-made cards for Valentine’s day

Valentine’s day is [insert politically correct word] to me.

Not really. I think it’s kind of [insert mildly insulting term] to me. And not because I don’t believe in romance and flowers and chocolates and love and happiness and relationships and all that.

It’s the commercial aspect of it that gets to me.

I won’t go on about it again since I’ve done it here and here before, but I will say this:

We are celebrating Valentine’s day at the kids’ respective schools. Even though the notes and newsletters indicate that “card exchanges are optional”.

Look. I don’t want to be a party pooper. But I also don’t want to conform just because everyone else is going a little crazy for Valentine’s day.

But the reality is that the kids like the card exchange. And the parties and heart-shaped cookies and chocolate and candies.

And the almost 5 year old said to me that he and his friend already talked about giving each other cards. I mean…what can I say to that?

So, after inspecting the Nickelodeon and Disney propoganda-type Valentine’s day cards at Walmart and [insert all North American stores currently in existence], I thought we could make our own cards again this year.

Potato stamps are easy, fun, and kids of all ages like the messiness it comes with. Parents, just bite the bullet here and let them do this. Nothing says “happy [insert any random commercialized holiday]” than a home-made card or gift. All you need is:

aluminum pie plates or foil
washable paint
unruled index cards or paper
potatoes

This is my first born when he was around 2 years old, making his own cards.

This is him today at almost 5, doing it again.

Easy. Right?

Right.

Freezies….in February?

In Canada. No less. We. Are. Canadians….after all! Please notice the lack of snow. This makes us a little bit sad…

Because we can

We are not necessarily football people.

But we are going to watch the Super Bowl today because it will be on tv.

The highlight for the kids will be the chili in the nacho scoops with cheese on top, eaten while the tv is on (which we don’t encourage and rarely do).

The highlight for me will be the chili in the nacho scoops with cheese on top, and the wine.

The highlight for him will be…he doesn’t know. I asked him this question and he looked at me like I lost my marbles.

What’s to eat in January? Part 2

There isn’t much exciting fresh food to eat around here in January. Most of the produce is imported from faraway lands and by the time it sits on grocery store shelves here, it looks less appetizing to me than I thought it would.

I miss fresh. I miss colour. I miss greens that aren’t injected with stuff to make them look good (and taste less so).

But we still have to eat. So I grab things that many ancestors of ours have grabbed before the world invented tomatos from Spain and peppers from Mexico, and I make meals with local cabbages. And beets. Or squashes (although, come to think of it, many stores are importing those root vegetables from places like Argentina. Why is that so? I grew squash right here in my very own front yard…? Where are the local root vegetables? In Argentina?).

So here is what I made last week. Cabbage and carrot slaw with orange dressing.

And also some of this. Orange poppyseed cake with orange marmelade.

Even though the oranges are also imported from places like Florida, it does add that splash of colour and that citrus-y taste that comes with living in a cold, wintery country.

And the best part? Both kids liked it!

What’s to eat in January? Part 1

Quinoa and Fennel salad with Dill and Lemon dressing

Quinoa is a grain with a high protein content. Fennel, and fresh dill (or any other fresh herb like parsley, or mint), are still tasty enough even in the depth of winter when mixed with a flavourful dressing containing some sort of citrus fruit.

Eat this salad for lunch, or as a side.

To cook the quinoa, simply follow the directions on the package, drain, and let cool. Toss with some olive oil. Chop up some herbs and fennel, and mix with the juice of about a teaspoon of lemon, some sea salt, pepper, and more olive oil if desired. Cover and let the juices marinate with the grain for a bit in the refrigerator. Before eating, give it another stir.

I make other winter salads as well…some with beets…and dream about my spring planting days ahead.

Like clockwork

This happens, oh, every 20 minutes or so around here with my 2yo toddler girl:

Look I’m not crying anymore.
Look mommy, I’m not crying anymore.
I’m not crying anymore mommy.
Are you not mad anymore?
Are you not mad anymore mommy?
There is no more yelling?
There is no more screaming?
Mommy, are you not mad anymore?
I lub you mommy….

Argh.

*sigh*

Transition…

It seems my toddler is transitioning from napping at least two full hours each day to just slightly over one hour most days.

She’s not even 2 and a half yet!

I am not ready.

Gratitude in preschoolers

Being rude upon receiving a gift doesn’t happen often with the kids here, but it did happen a couple of times that warranted me to sit and post about it. I recall a situation with the free banana, for example. More recently, a similar situation occurred with a Christmas present just last month.

Benjamin got some really awesome presents this year. Awesome as far as he was concerned, naturally. But he also received clothes for Christmas. Good quality clothes. Clothes that he needed. Clothes his parents thought were awesome. But he had other opinions about the clothes.

His verbal negative reaction to a navy blue fleece hoodie, and some snow pants, was very upsetting to me.

“Not again, dumb clothes”, he said out loud, or something to that effect.

I witnessed it, thankfully, and pulled him aside immediately. Then I launched into a little speech; one that has been repeated openly and often since that fateful Christmas day.

It went something like this:

Benjamin. People bring you presents because they love you. The presents they bring you are special no matter what they are. Even if they are clothes, or a toy you already have, I expect you to be polite and thank them for it. Just think about how they are in the store looking around at things, thinking about you. They see something they feel will make you happy and they go buy it especially for you. You will thank them for thinking of you and for bringing you a present, no matter what the present is. This is what I expect of you, and this is what you will do next time you receive a present.

I paraphrase here, but that is the gist.

His dad was somewhat apologetic to his family when Ben reacted negatively about the clothes they brought him. He said something about how much Ben will appreciate the snow pants when he’s skating, or romping around in the backyard, even if he isn’t showing gratitude now.

But I felt an immediate, hands-on approach was not only necessary, it was important. Hence the speech.

That was Christmas. Next comes…his birthday.

The idea of having an organized birthday party, which up until his 4th birthday last year we have not done, is stressing me out a little bit. He wishes for such a party, now that he has friends and a life outside of his immediate family. And he knows what it’s like, to be the birthday child at a party like this. He has been invited to several since toddlerhood.

We are prepared to give him his wish, and have such a party for him in March.

However, I have already started preparing him for the fact that he will quite possibly get a toy that he already owns. (In all honesty, this is very unlikely to happen unless it is Lego. Benjamin’s family isn’t one to go shopping for toys at the local Toys R Us, or Walmart, and the amount of plastic toys made in China that have made their appearances in our home has been slight, relatively speaking).

Regardless, this refrain will be a staple in our home for the foreseeable future.

Be thankful that people love you and want to give you a present. Be polite to the person who took time out of their day to select a present for you. Thank them, always.

10 piles of 10 = 100 Lego pieces

Benjamin’s Kindergarten class is counting. In celebration for their 100th day of school, the children are to count 100 items of something that they can take to school with them on that day. They suggested pennies, or beans, or beads.

Well, we have the Lego King here who decided that counting out 100 pieces of Lego could be fun.

In order to challenge him a tad further, I thought we could make it a little bit interesting. Instead of counting out 100 random pieces of Lego, why not make piles of 10 similar Lego pieces? He figured out quickly that we would need 10 piles, and he had a lot of fun decided which Lego pieces deserved the honour to be included in his piles.

In addition, I wrote out “the tens” (10, 20, 30 etc) on a square piece of paper and let him choose the correct one once he finished counting out the piles of 10.

The book One Watermelon Seed is a good introduction for small children on how to count, and how to count groups of ten.

2000 pounds of waste

My grandmother died just before Christmas. She lived in Switzerland.

My mom went and helped her two sister organize the apartment, and empty it out.

The three sisters realized two very important things:

  1. It is incredibly helpful that one has their financial life in order.
  2. It is incredibly helpful that one does not accumulate a lot of useless crap.

The first point probably makes sense to most of us. Although many people have some sort of filing system in place, these days keeping pertinent information organized requires extra diligence since many of us handle our financial life electronically.

My grandmother was 92 when she died. She did not own a computer. She also did not own a filing system, but instead had an envelope for each business matter into which she put important papers. On the outside of the envelope she attached the business card of the person whom she dealt with.

For my mom and her sisters, it was a simple matter of picking up the phone and contacting that person, and in some cases taking the contents of the envelope out and dealing with what was outstanding.

It was incredibly easy and painless.

The second point is more complicated. People of that generation, particularly in places like central Europe, and particularly people who have lived through the Second World War, have not really caught on to this “shopping as a hobby” idea. My grandmother shopped with a list and only got what she needed. She didn’t shop “for fun”. This wasn’t done. It was considered a waste of time and a waste of money.

How many people do we each know who, when they feel bored, say to someone “let’s go shopping”, just for something to do? In most cases, they have no specific need to buy anything. Almost always, they do come home with stuff though. And not only that, they will also have spent money on snacks, or lunch, or dinner. It’s what one does when one goes out shopping.

My grandmother did have some stuff in the house she probably received as gifts. Or simply didn’t part with when she downsized from the house to the apartment. Things like dishes* she obtained as a wedding gift, or Christmas decorations that were unusual and beautiful (and unique instead of mass-produced). Things that she cherished, but which remained in cupboards or boxes for the bulk of the last 20 years or so.

Despite the fact that she was mostly clutter-less, there was still stuff there that my mom and her sisters had to deal with. Some of it was sent on to me and my siblings, some of it went to remaining family in Switzerland, but almost all the rest of it, well, it was either donated (which is more difficult to do in Switzerland because charities there are much more selective in what they accept than most of the North American charities that I’m aware of), or it was thrown out. No Goodwills there where you can simply drop your garbage bags off at the front door. Oh, no, in Switzerland, things are much more organized than that!

To draw you a picture, the remaining stuff that was carted off to the landfill weighed 1000 kg. (or something like that).

1000 kg = approximately 2200 pounds

Think about this. One person who is cremated and now occupies a tiny square in a cemetery left behind 2200 pounds of garbage that ended up in the landfill.**

And that is from an organized woman who did not shop, accumulate useless stuff, or hoarded endless teapots and knickknacks.

It is astonishing the amount of potential garbage each person accumulates over their lifetime simply by means of instant-gratification at the local shopping mall.

*I am now the proud owner of her beautiful dishes, which will replace my older, mostly chipped ones.

**To illustrate another very good point against accumulating too much crap, in Switzerland you have to pay to get rid of your stuff.